"Third Elder, are you hungry?" Su Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the Third Elder.
The Third Elder's lips twitched bitterly, but he said nothing. What could he do if he was hungry? No one was serving them! Was he supposed to cook for himself? Besides, he wasn't hungry—not in the slightest. He was already full of anger!
He truly hadn't expected Fu Yong to play such a classless trick on him. If he really wanted to prove a point, he could have just suppressed me with his Dan Art. What's the meaning of a stunt like this?
"Sigh!" The Third Elder heaved a deep sigh and muttered, "After all these years, you'd think Fu Yong's heart would have grown more generous, but he's still as petty as ever!"
However, despite his annoyance, he couldn't leave. First, he still hadn't borrowed a Pill Furnace for Su Xuan. Second… he hadn't seen *that* person yet.
"Third Elder, you may not be hungry, but I certainly am. I'm going to start," Su Xuan said, a mischievous smile curving his lips.
